As the sun rose higher and higher, the field in front of the platform was completely shrouded in the sunlight, the three of them stood up and walked to the previous place.

The leaders of the tribes who came to attend the meeting also gathered in front of the stage with their servants and guards.

Some are gentle and quiet, while others are sporty and dressed in all kinds of clothes. The "rich and powerful" ones wear fitted clothes. Although they are old, they at least mean that they are better than others in the tribe, but more leaders are barely considered to be wearing clothes.

"Everyone is quiet, quiet." Zong Zewei directed the scene with his unique loud voice.

The thunderous roar made everyone quiet quickly. A few people who were whispering to each other were swept over by his eyes. They stopped immediately with tactfulness and focused on listening to the leader of the sect.

Although Zong Zewei is not a regional leader, he is still quite prestigious in the entire Orange District. The reason is self-evident. With his force and control over mutant races, he is definitely unique.

Apart from Zhang Mingwei, there will be no one in the Orange District that is better than him. After the headquarters was attacked, everyone speculated that it was Zong Zewei's instructor, but Cui Xiping stood at the front desk, so she was just speculating about it and could not confirm it.

"Maybe everyone has heard of it. I don't need to explain it from scratch when I come here today." Zong Zewei paused, "Zhang Mingwei is dead, and now the entire Orange District is under the command of Cui Xiping."

"Why?"

“Just…”

Zong Zewei was about to explain, when Cui Xiping strode forward and took his words and said, "You guys are talking about why not?"

One of the leaders said loudly: "Our commander is Zhang Mingwei..."

"right!"

Another leader raised his arms and shouted: "We don't even know who you are, why should we listen to you?"

Some people think this view makes sense, "Yes, we don't listen to this woman."

Cui Xiping was not scared by the crowds. She thought she was calm when facing hundreds of coalition forces back then. So she smiled slightly and said loudly to the people of the Storm tribe: "Are you because I am a woman? Or is it because I am not Zhang Mingwei?"

Someone said, "You are a woman."

Someone else said: "You are not Zhang Mingwei."

"In this way, your opinions are not unified at all." Cui Xiping burst into laughter.

Everyone shouted, "Boom her away."

Cui Xiping looked back at Zhao Hui. I don’t know if he spoke properly in such a big scene. If it is absolutely fine to kill a few people or appease a small group of tribe members, this is the call of hundreds of people.

Zhao Hui nodded understandingly and took a few steps forward slowly. He did not stop everyone from shouting immediately, but picked up his hands and listened patiently.

Maybe the three people on the stage did not move and had no reaction at all. The tribes below were boring and stopped gradually.

Zhao Hui spoke much more directly than Cui Xiping. He cleared his throat and said, "If you have enough noise, listen to me. I still have to thank you for coming. In fact, it is nothing. The main thing is to get to know the new commander. Nothing else has changed. You should do whatever you should do. It turns out that the number of territory and people in charge will not change."

The tribal leaders looked at each other, thinking that this was impossible. Shouldn’t the new commander have three fires when he came to power? Why can’t he say such words “nothing changes” really make people unable to believe it.

"Of course, after walking a long way here, ask whatever you want!" Zhao Hui gave these people a chance very generously, but he emphasized: "If it's anyone's turn, ask, don't be a mess."

It is a press conference that looks very much like a human world, with reporters from major media standing below, and the newly "elected" "regional leaders" on the stage.

After all, this is a storm world, and the rules you use with your mouth are useless. These people don’t talk about order and don’t know anything other than clamoring. They can only get attention if they have a louder voice than who can get attention. There is no need to pay attention.

In fact, Zong Zewei prefers the current situation, the more chaotic the better, as long as it doesn’t make a big mistake. Zhao Hui still endured it, and Cui Xiping also tried hard to suppress her anger.

Finally, the Stormman was clamoring enough, and Zong Zewei raised his hand high to signal everyone to be quiet. These people were really obedient, which made the leader of the sect feel very present and accomplished.

"Okay, everyone has any questions."

Someone came up and bowed to Zong Zewei, "What role does the leader of Zong play in this operation?"

"I..." Zong Zewei really doesn't know how to answer this kind of question. If he is anxious to deny it, he will know that he is deliberately disconnecting from it. If he doesn't explain, more people will misunderstand it.

Fortunately, someone started to make a fuss later, and the voice of "I want that woman to answer" gradually became mainstream.

Cui Xiping cleared her throat and said to the person who asked the question: "Okay! Leader Zong is not aware of our actions. Afterwards, I strongly asked him to come forward on his behalf, so I invited you all."

The person who asked the question was obviously disbelieved and shook his head back, "Who knows whether it is true or false."

Cui Xiping looked at Zong Zewei next to her and turned to everyone and said, "If you suspect that the leader of the Zong is informed in advance, you can ask him clearly in person."

Zong Zewei couldn't hold back his face, and his eyes widened, wishing he could jump off the stage and swallow the person who asked the question. He was whirling from his nose, and he couldn't get angry.

Seeing the monster-like leader of the sect, everyone quickly turned their eyes away and tried not to let the other party notice him.

An old man trembled with the support of the two, making a duck-like voice, "Where did you come from?"

Cui Xiping pointed to Zhao Hui beside her and said to everyone: "I believe many people have heard of Mr. Zhao Hui. He originally lived in Orange District, so he is also a member of the Orange School."

The old man thought something, and after a long time, he finally remembered something, nodded and said, "I've heard it."

Cui Xiping introduced Zhao Hui to everyone again, "This is it!"

People naturally turned their attention from Cui Xiping to Zhao Hui, and someone asked: "I heard that you once took people to the chief commander's laboratory to make trouble?"

Zhao Hui held his arm and tried not to expose the knife as much as possible. He didn't know how to control it at present, so he might pop up when he was excited, causing misunderstandings among the tribesmen present.

"Things have happened, and more than once, the evil cave had been blown up just two days ago. If you feel sorry, you can make a fuss for him."

The old man asked the previous question meaningfully: "If you really did this, I have nothing to say. I also had this idea a few years ago, but it was not realized for various reasons..."

It seems that his tribe members have suffered from the torture of Zhang Mingwei, otherwise he would not have such an idea.

Cui Xiping took the opportunity to say loudly: "Many tribes here have victims, I believe you will understand."

"Long live Mr. Zhao." Someone shouted in the crowd, and was undoubtedly the victim's family.
Chapter completed!